Lyrics:
on my momma
Ima get it anyway I can I been through the trauma
Bitch I’m from the Whitt we created that drama
Fucking on a bitch she a freak like Madonna
Ay
I like 'em thick, show that ass on the gram get a heart on yo flick
And when she walk by me, a nigga get brick
'Cuz I'm hook on the way she be
stop swiping
We living the life
A saint by the day she a demon at night
She love to make up so all we do is fight
She do what I say and she do what I
She bring eye sight to the bloom
You know her daddy got some money
I can tell by the way she walk
You know her daddy got some money
I can tell by
didn't want to stay she didn't add
I bet all this pain makes you feel glad
Oh man but she's my type
Then she ran by
Same school same pool everything seemed
I'm not tha baddest
I walk in da club and she wobble and shakin'
I wanna take her to the house
So a playa can start breakin'
In her muthafuckin' back,
can't say a sound
When your body start shakin n moving all around
On this tango street,when we both stare n turn,is it all on me
Why they being all
Yeah I been on a different wave
Stay 10 toes til I break
I it the bank once then she get it shakin'
Girl what you know about me I'm feelin dangerous
I put Chanel on a thot
Shakin that thing yeah she hot
Trappin I'm switchin the spots
Gave her a pilly to pop
I got the Xanax
And the lean
what
She pregnant
Pre-gnant
Ahh, apostle will hear of this, Jesu
Wake up five in the morning and I'm sippin' on D'usse
I'ma go get my bag, I don't care
can't face it, we can't escape it
But tonight the storm's come
She's screaming, she's screaming
The drones turned her beautiful boy into a pile
hoe, she shakin' her booty
Livin' my life, this shit is a movie
Cuffed yo' bitch, she start choosin'
Hittin' that bitch and she
Said I got cooties
Pipin'
how we give it up, if I give 'em the glance (give 'em the glance)
She actin' boujee with me
I heard she give it up (give it up), for a couple
clothes, ya dig?
This my business, can't nobody know, ya dig? (Nah)
Nigga shakin' my hand but he really wanna cut my throat, ya dig? (Shh)
These lame ass
Yeah, Yeah
Its Premeium Records
Elizabeth
Eastwick
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm back at it, know that I'm back at it
Add up the stock it's mathematics
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
and down, when she goin' round and round
Do the Snake, stop and shake, bottom like an earthquake
I can't wait to meet her uh, undress her, fuck her up
Now
feelin' manly and you say it's comin' in handy
Slidin' my claws from New York down by N. Virginia
Ticklin' you around Delaware before I enter
Total
If Shania was mine
She'd have to agree
Can't no one cook road kill better than me
Add a dozen mountain oysters and some old fatback
She'd say "Mmm,
up
She breakin' it down, breakin' it down, I can't get enough
Spread 'em for me, showin' them cheeks
I'm actin' like a fiend, been here for a week
like a Mockery i can see how I have a
Monopoly I'm an anomaly probably
Hotter than my commodities when
I hit the lottery
Obviously the quantities enough
here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me
Adds another tear to the page
And it's lonely being the only one who knows the truth
[Chorus]
She has a secret that she can never tell
One wrong
I'm not tha baddest
I walk in da club and she wobble and shakin'
I wanna take her to the house
So a playa can start breakin'
In her muthafuckin' back,
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